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Reflections of Desire	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 20760 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Reflections of Desire.
- 2-Two
- 3-Chapter 3
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
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As her eyes fluttered open, Hermione realized she was lying on her couch. The bitter scent of a calming drought filled her nostrils.

"Sit up. Drink this. It will make you feel better." That velvety baritone she'd been sure she would never hear again, sent chills down her spine.

"But you're dead." She groaned, squeezing her eyes closed and reaching out her hand for the vial.

"Ahh yes." He said, his strong hands gripping her arms and helping her into a seated position. "It seems that the rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated."

"Didn't Mark Twain say that?" She asked, swallowing the bitter potion in one quick gulp. Opening her eyes she gazed up into the face of Severus Snape, former Potion's Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, slain war hero.

"Perhaps. But now I've said it." He plucked the empty vial from her hand and placed it on the coffee table. "I found that in your medicine cabinet. I hope you don't mind, but you'd fainted."

"Why are you here? How are you here? Why aren't you dead? It's been 10 years? Where have you been?" She asked, shaking her head.

"Still with the never ending litany of questions, I see. It's nice to know some things never change." He grunted. "And I'm sure all of your questions will be answered in due time. But right now I have a question of my own." He said, reaching into the pocket of his jacket and pulling out a folded parchment.

"What's that?" She asked, taking the proffered document from his hand.

"I believe that should be my question." He sneered as he watched her eyes widen with shock and horror.

"How did you get this?" She demanded, shaking the copy of the Magical Birth Certificate in his face. "This is impossible. No one knows about this. I had her in a Muggle Hospital. She has a Muggle Birth Certificate. I never once went to the Ministry and registered her birth. I've never once even said your name out loud as her father."

He frowned, watching as she stared at the parchment in her hand. "But yet you expect that she will attend Hogwarts next year?"

"Well of course, she's a witch. Naturally she will attend Hogwarts."

"And you've never wondered how Hogwart's knows where and when to send all the letters?"

"In Hogwart's A History it said that the enrollment records are automatically created whenever a magical child is born. But I've never seen one. They did not provide an example of the document or even say what kind of information it contains. This is it?" She frowned down at the parchment in her hand.

"That is it." He nodded his head in agreement. "Few people ever really need to see it, Headmasters, Head's of House, the Ministry should there ever be a question concerning paternity."

"But I never said...I never told anyone."

"And your little ruse would have worked perfectly, had her father been a Muggle. But I am not a Muggle. I am a Wizard and I was living at the time of her birth. The magic recognizes this and my name is automatically entered on that document. Were you really that embarrassed Ms. Granger? That ashamed of what we had done?"

"No!" She said forcefully, glancing from the parchment to his face. "No." She shook her head, her voice softer. "Not at all. It just seemed easier, better this way. When I found out I was pregnant, you were still Dumbledore's murder, betrayer. We didn't know...what we later found out, what you had done for us all. Then when the truth came out...well, you were dead. I didn't see the point in stirring everything up, I didn't want to have to answer all those questions."

"And you've never told her who her father is?"

"She's just a little girl." She sighed sadly. "She knows who you are, of course. How could she help it, Harry named one of his son's after you."

"He what?" Severus snapped, his face growing dark. "Why?"

"Because you are a hero Professor Snape. You protected him, all of us, for all those years. Gave up your whole life for the cause. Everything you went through, everything you suffered, everything you sacrificed. You are the bravest man we ever knew. And," She looked up at him sadly, "you loved his mother. Albus Severus Potter." She chuckled softly at the horrified look on his face and his barely muttered 'poor child'. "So you see," she continued, "how can I explain to her what happened between us. She knows you were our Professor, she knows I was your student. How do I explain that to a child? I always planned on telling her when she was older, old enough to understand what can happen between a man and a...woman."

"It must have been frightening for you, finding out you were pregnant. By me. Did you ever consider...?"

"For a moment, at first I guess. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't. But that's not something I could do, it just didn't feel right. And I'm glad I didn't. She's an amazing girl; tall, strong, beautiful, smart. I don't know what I'd do without her."

"Professor McGonagall, Minerva say's she has dark hair." He whispered, staring down at his hands.

"She does. Oh Merlin." She jumped up and crossed the room to pluck a framed photograph from the mantle. Clutching it to her breasts she returned to the couch and slowly handed him the picture. "I'm sorry, I should have done this sooner. Here is your daughter."

He stared silently down at the photo of a pretty girl, with long black hair. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and her legs looked long, tan and healthy. He watched as she smiled and waved at the camera. Running his finger across the picture, he realized he could see himself in her features. "She doesn't have my nose, thankfully." He whispered, his eyes still riveted to the image.

"No, she has my nose and my mouth, but she has your hair and your eyes. Here." Reaching down to a shelf below the coffee table she grabbed several large books. "These are her photo albums from the time she was born."

Taking the books almost reverently from her hands, he opened the top one slowly. 'His daughter. My daughter.' raced through his mind as he stared down at the Muggle newborn picture that had clearly been taken just minutes after she was born. Black hair, red face, pink bow mouth, her tiny fists clutched next to her rosy cheeks. "She's beautiful." He whispered softly, still not trusting himself to speak.

"Professor?" Hermione asked slowly, tentatively. "Where have you been and how...how did you survive? I was there, you were...dead. The snake and so much blood. How are you here?"

"How? Dumbledore. Where? A small New England town in America. I'm sorry I wasn't here...to help you and the baby."

She waved her hand in the air. "You didn't know. But I don't understand, how did Dumbledore...?

"I don't fully understand it myself." He sighed. "But there will be time enough to explain it later. Is she..." he glance furtively around the room, "here?"

"She's at the Burrow." Hermione said, standing up and twisting the belt of her robe. "Just give me a moment to get dressed and I'll floo over and get her."

"Well I don't want to interrupt anything, disturb her, pull her away from her friends." He frowned.

"Nonsense Professor...Severus, I think you've waited long enough to meet your daughter."
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